Post by KANE NOLAN O'RILEY . on Aug 17, 2012 15:24:00 GMT -8
[atrb=border, 0, true] KANE NOLAN O'RILEY 268 NOT INTERESTED HETEROSEXUAL [style=font-size: 45px; font-family: wire one; text-align: center; line-height: 80%; color: #3f677e; letter-spacing: 3px; padding-top: 10px;]info. born into the shadow of his father 268 years ago, kane hails from ireland, and proudly so. his father was a very wealthy werewolf who'd, like many of their family, had decided to keep his paws planted in irish soil. his mother wasn't in the picture after his birth, and unfortunately, it's one of the main reasons he is the way he is today. because of his father's expectancy of him, kane allowed himself to slip into a regular door mat for his father's boots, and didn't realize it until he was nearly nineteen years old. he grew his own backbone once that realization came about, and he left his homeland to travel the world. he started in paris, where he found his love for teaching. it didn't take long until he was one of the most known university's youngest professors, teaching in psychology, and with the wealth that was already entitled to him, he made himself at home rather easily. unfortunately, the university started asking questions after he'd been there for nearly ten years, and had looked like he'd only aged two. he had to leave paris, and headed to germany. there, he continued his teaching career until writing became more of his interest. after his last year of teaching, he "retired" and left the country. he settled in norway when he was 136 years old, and became a self proclaimed author - under a pen name, of course. friends. because of kane's erratic behaviour, he doesn't have very many friends. at least, people he wouldn't consider his friends, though they may consider him as one. his overly observant tendencies generally make him hard to be around if you're trying to keep something hidden, because he doesn't understand the meaning of privacy half the time when it comes to things like that. without meaning to, he comes off like he considers himself as higher up on the food chain than other people, but he doesn't mean it by any means. in all honesty, he's a good hearted broken boy who's willing to be loyal, but he's also scared of being walked over again, so letting people in is a lot harder to do. even now, at his current age. enemies. for some reason, kane holds his enemies closer than his friends in most cases. he breathes for conflict, though it's only verbal and full of knowledge; he can't stand people who can't function without saying the word 'fuck' ever five seconds. but a lot of things irk him, and easily so. for example, he hates it when people interrupt him, or try and finish his sentences. when people don't look at the person they're speaking to, it bothers him as well. he's got a long list of dislikes, and he's not shy to mention it to the person's face when they're annoying him. kane also likes to insult people in passive aggressive ways, and then try and turn it on them. almost like a childish game. but when it comes to physical fighting, he's had his fair share of battles and can hold his own relatively well. he keeps himself in shape, and he doesn't need his wolf form in order to make his point clear, but he prefers to use his words. lovers. this is probably kane's most normal category. he enjoys indulging in women. it's a really bad habit that he can't shake, and he's not really looking to. it's not in a whoreish way, of course, he's too classy for that kind of outlook on things. and, above all else, he doesn't consider sex his number one priority. but that doesn't stop him from enjoying it. after a night with a woman, however, he's the type to usually treat them like a gentlemen and serve them breakfast and tea in the morning if they're interested in staying around that long. but that's as far as he goes with his hospitality. he doesn't stop all contact with a woman just because he sleeps with them, either. in fact, he prefers to sleep with women he knows and trusts, rather than a stranger. it brings him some sort of comfort, a familiar embrace against familiar skin. [/style] |